A regular day of mining turns chaotic when an unknown creature somehow found its way into the energon mines. With a sudden disruption, all the miners had no choice but to search for whatever had gotten into mines and almost cause the loss of mined energon into a deep, dark pit of the mines. However, when they find what had caused the chaos, it became a shock.
A small, frightened sparkling had somehow found her way into the mines now found herself in the hands of someone most of the miners would consider to not be responsible for even caring for a sparkling. A red and blue bot named Orion Pax. With the two stunned, Orion found himself in an awkward situation. Especially as this sparkling bore some resemblance to Orion and his closest friend, D-16. Which quickly becomes a joke among the miners, despite the fact this sparkling clearly came from the city itself.
However, with no record of any new sparklings in the medical database, and no information of who the parents of this sparkling might be, the two young mining bots find themselves forced to care for this sparkling as it was quickly decided she would become a mining bot just like them. Which left them both scrambling to learn to even how to care for a sparkling who demanded attention and formulated energon for herself.
And that was made even more difficult as it was soon discovered that this sparkling's vocal processor was not functional. Meaning this young spark was mute, and possibly kicked out. However, as time goes by, they learn to teach the young spark to communicate without speech, and discover she had an extreme fear of Sentinel Prime. Neither Orion or D-16 understood the reason.
Until one fateful day at the Iacon 5000
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❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞!❞
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Drill wasn't supposed to feel. Or think. Or want to escape. But she did.
Project Mimicry had aimed for perfection-a new breed of Cybertronian, capable of decision-making, independent thought, and cold efficiency. What they got was chaos. Minds shattered into jagged pieces, leaving Drill caught between what she was designed to be and what she could never fully understand. Her thoughts tangled like the sharp and shiny things she adored, always out of reach.
S-173 had died in that laboratory. But Drill? Drill was something different.
(I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS, ONLY MY OC DRILL. CHARACTERS MAY BE A BIT OOC BECAUSE IT'S A COMEDY. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 11, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. THIS WILL GET PROGESSIVELY WORSE AND WORSE AS I LOST MOTIVATION TO REWRITE)